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Why I Quit Social Media and Can’t Go Back
In November 2021 I made a change. Sitting in my stinky dorm room (because let’s be honest, all dorm rooms smell so bad), I deleted social media apps. Systematically, one…
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A Daily Nightmare
No one sees him, No one hears him. But he always lives among us Patiently waiting and waiting.
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Aching Streets
The work is about language barriers/expectations I faced as an Indian American. The poem can be read three ways (the left side on its own, the right side on its…
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When In Spring We Sing
When in Spring We Sing violently like the birds in the early morning. Saying: get up you lazy hen it’s time to begin anew.
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Longing
My blood runs brown, rich like the soil of a homeland I’ll never see. Yet I can taste the fruits of that farmland.
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Winds in the East
Everything’s changing. Even as I sit here, writing this, I can feel it. I know that whatever happens today can never be repeated tomorrow.
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Ore
my home smells like baking grass and diluted smoke it tastes like salt, like when i used to lick my hands as a child and came up with a mouthful…
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Look How She Grows!
Look how she grows! Why she does it no one knows. Science can say this how seedlings sprout with sun, But no one knows just why she grows, Or where…
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The Secret of the Stache
On National Peacock Day, millions from around the world tuned in to watch the St. Peter’s Peacocks narrowly overtake the Purdue Boilermakers in the NCAA tournament.
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Life?
What is life? Just one more breath? The process of being, before you are dead? The presence of pain, So you know that it’s real, Or the dull empty depth,…
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Stillwater
Let the water inside you flow. Water that is still breeds insects that are not.
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art
there's a blank canvas in front of you waiting to be drawn on or painted if you desired but the pencil is left on the table
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The Art of the Free Swing
Throughout life, most people have to apply for something: jobs, colleges and scholarships for teenagers, and grants, promotions and project proposals for adults. Applications are a part of life. In…
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Fragments
I’ve left so many fragments of myself Behind in the places I love That now I don’t have enough left To be in the place that I’m in
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Glasses
I have terrible vision. I’ve always had terrible vision. When I was 7, my mother took me to the optometrist and showed me reading charts plastered with E’s. “Read it,”…
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Written in Chalk
With trembling hands, She grasps the chalk, So fragile and breakable, a wisp of white In the dark, dank basement. She cowers at the feet of her father Who barks…
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Attention Economy
In 1997, theoretical physicist Michael Goldhaber warned that the world was shifting away from a material economy and more towards an attention based economy– one focused on attracting and maintaining…
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Falling Out of Love
Did you see us falling in love? I didn’t. We never knew of loving, With all our capabilities, Till one day, we fell in love, And love was all we…
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Round and Round the Rounds
how would i ever start to talk about my brother's heart? once stark and shining, like the sun, too soon found all its beating done.
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Confined But Not Dejected
The last few months have been challenging for all of us, and in particular teachers. We sometimes feel the depths of despair and pessimism gradually enveloping us. But it's very…
